The Earth Is My Dantian

Ye Sheng limped back to his yard, lying on the bed with a gloomy face.

"I have to leave the palace. It's too dangerous here. If they find out that I'm practicing martial arts, I'm afraid I won't be the Fifty Army Stick." Ye Sheng gritted his teeth, feeling very indignant in his heart. Going to Ye Qing's martial arts training venue was not voluntary, but He was dragged there by Ye Qing, and beat him with fifty army sticks without asking indiscriminately, Ye Wangye is really domineering to the extreme.

"Why don't you let me learn martial arts, and why don't you let me leave the palace?" Ye Sheng lay on the bed and let out a long breath.

If the beating made him leave the palace this time, Ye Sheng would have nothing to say, but he didn't get any benefits from the beating, how could he let it go?

"Promise to let me go to the Cangshu Pavilion, but the Cangshu Pavilion is not a martial arts pavilion after all. There are many books and five classics in it, but there is not a single martial arts secret book I want." Ye Sheng's eyes were deep, very unhappy.

That night, Ye Sheng was recovering from his injuries, silently thinking about what he should do next.

Keep a low profile, hide yourself, don't conflict with others, and at the same time wait for the people on the earth in the dantian to break through, and then bless their strength.

As long as more than a hundred people on the earth break through the first day of the acquired day, Ye Sheng will bless him. can fight.

Only in this way can he have the confidence and capital to leave Ye Wangfu.

At night, news spread that Ye Sheng and Ye Qing were beaten with army sticks.

Ye Qing was knocked out and was covered with bruises. When Hu Mei saw it, she couldn't stop crying. She hated Lord Ye in her heart, but she couldn't vent her hatred. In the end, she could only put her hatred on Ye Sheng.

"This bastard won my Tianshan snow lotus, but he didn't speak good words for you. If I knew you were going to suffer such a serious injury, I might as well not save this bastard and let him die, so as not to be annoying." Hu Mae cursed.

Aoba lay weakly on her stomach, and applied ointment on her back. Refined with high-quality medicinal materials, the effect was very good, at least the pain was relieved a lot.

"Mother, Ye Sheng deserves to die. If it wasn't for him this time, I wouldn't be punished. I must kill him." Ye Qing's eyes were vicious, full of murderous intent.

With a cold face, Hu Mei said, "Kill, kill, kill, you know how to kill, how do you kill?"

"That bastard usually stays in his own yard and doesn't get in touch with people. In addition, after this incident happened, I was called by the lady to give me a severe reprimand. If it happened again, the courtyard I completely lost my initiative, and my lord didn't come to see me this time, so it is conceivable that he was angry." Hu Mei said irritably.

"Mother, why bother, my son has his own way." Ye Qing smiled coldly.

"What can you do, don't mess around." Hu Mei frowned.

"Mother, it will be the 15th day of the seventh lunar month soon. The Ghost Festival is here. Ye Sheng will definitely leave the palace to pay homage to his lowly maidservant mother. Then is the best time to do it." Ye Qing smiled coldly.

Hu Mei hesitated and said: "He was beaten up by the master, and he was seriously injured. There is still one week left on July 15th. Can he recover?"

"Mother, send some of this ointment to someone and ask him to apply it. He will definitely recover by then. He will be in good health. In addition, the old lady promised him before, allowing him to leave the palace and worship his lowly maidservant." Mother, do you think he can't go?" Ye Qing's eyes flickered coldly, he really hated Ye Sheng so much, he calculated everything.

Hu Mei's eyes lit up, and she said: "I'll take care of this matter, you take good care of your wounds, I'll send someone to find some people in the market, it has nothing to do with us, as long as you can kill Ye Sheng, everything is worth it."

Ye Qing whispered: "Then I will wait to hear the good news."

...

The moonlight hung high, casting dim light, in front of Ye Sheng's small courtyard, a flowery maid came over with a bottle of medicine.

"Is the Twelve Young Master here?" A voice as clear as a yellow warbler shouted.

Ye Sheng frowned and asked, "What is it?"

"Second Mistress heard that the Twelfth Young Master and our Thirteenth Young Master were beaten together today, and asked the servant to bring ointment and apply it to the wound, which will heal quickly without leaving any scars," said the maid.

Hu Mei would be so kind?

Ye Sheng didn't believe it at all, he shook his head and said, "Second Grandma's kindness, Ye Sheng appreciates it, but Ye Sheng is a concubine, so he can't be such a good medicine."

"Twelve young masters must not say that. You are a concubine, and you are also the heir of the master. The second mistress is your aunt, and this ointment is too much. The second mistress said that if you beat it with a military stick, it will not be enough for the ointment." , there is no one month to recover." The maid persuaded.

When Ye Sheng heard this, he hesitated.

It won't be better in a month, he believes this, because now his buttocks can't move at all, which is very inconvenient, if it doesn't get better in a month, it will be too uncomfortable.

"Ye Sheng is inconvenient, please bring the medicine in." Ye Sheng thought for a while and said.

Whether it was a trap or not, there was definitely nothing wrong with the ointment, he needed to get better soon.

As for poisoning the ointment, Ye Sheng felt that the Second Mistress was not so stupid, and he could find out from this investigation. If the Second Mistress was really so stupid, she would not have grown to this extent.

The maid was very obedient, brought the ointment in, and said, "Twelve Young Masters, do you need medicine for this servant's clothes?"

Ye Sheng shook his head: "No need, go back for me and thank Second Mistress."

"The maidservant will leave." The maidservant left respectfully, leaving only the bottle of medicine left on the table.

Ye Sheng stretched out his hand, surged with true energy, and took the medicine from the air. He immediately took the medicine in his hand, opened it and smelled it, and there was a scent, mixed with dozens of precious medicinal materials.

These medicinal materials are all unusual varieties, and they must be excellent for refining medicine.

"What kind of medicine is sold in this gourd of Ye Qing's mother and son?" Ye Sheng frowned and thought.

Ye Qing hated him to the bone, it was well known that Hu Mei doted on his son, their mother and son's attitude towards Ye Sheng should be wishing to strangle him immediately, how could they kindly send medicine?

"No matter what conspiracy you have, I'll heal the wound first." Ye Sheng applied the ointment to the wound, only to feel the pain relieved a lot.

In this way, Ye Sheng could still sleep. At the end of the day, his body and mind were greatly impacted, and Ye Sheng fell asleep in a daze.

When Ye Sheng woke up the next day, he was surprised to find that his wound had begun to scar. As long as he did not engage in strenuous activities, the wound would not open.

"This medicine is so good, within a week, I will definitely be cured." Ye Sheng said with emotion.

But the more this happened, the more he feared Ye Qing's mother and son, the dog that bites does not bark, the poisonous snake hiding in the dark is the deadliest, all kinds of allusions told Ye Sheng that once he relaxes his vigilance, the end will be miserable.

But the medicine is fine, so what is the problem?